yc the cynic - hey love lyrics
i hit you with an opener
i was hoping you would open up
you know my whole frame froze when i saw ya
you had the curves and the afro, it was over
as the show lights shone down you came closer
i gave the wingperson a pound, now im the closer
i wanna take ya home but i dont know ya
its like a foreclosure, i needed four clovers
i knew you’d been hit on a million times before
i probably was the fourth time since you walked off
i wouldn’t be surprised, you probably got more
i reached for the sky, cuz honestly i’m floored
i had to started talking, which led to more talking
her voice got softer, i stumbled less often
said i apologize if i’m being too forward
i asked for the number, and then i got going
v2
i said a bad joke, and you told me one back
and then we both laughed, i knew that was that
i gave myself reminders that i had to relax
but then you call me handsome and i had a relapse
see men ain’t used to getting complimented, in fact
thats probably one of many qualities that you have
you got the type of ish to make a christian do bad
you got the type of ish to make a cripple do laps
i know that was bad, but shawty you bad
i thought about us kissing but thats probably too fast
so now we politicking bout our interests of past
you interested in women, hmmm
i guess it been a minute since you wanted a man
but me being discouraged isn’t part of the plan
its a matter of chance. and matt is the champ
the only thing that matters is the matters at hand
the matters at hand
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